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care and county courts
At Easter fairs and sea-side resorts
In drawing rooms and city morgues
In award winning photographs
Of life rafts on the China
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I was drivin' an Accord cart, nominated at awards
Back in the days drivin' an Accord
Run-uhhn-uuhhn-uhhn, nominated at awards
kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards
Outsiders, and we suing the courts
'Cause we dope as fuck and only get a two in The Source
I bongo with my lingo
Beat it like a wing yo
From congo to columbo
Can't stereo-type my thing yo

I salt and pepper my mangos
Shoot, spit out
lives, my music camouflage
I court killers at the center of my synagogue
Torch in hand, extortion to the fortune five hundred
From the porches
through day by day)

We drive around in million dollar sports cars 
While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards
and listen
Im like that time you bagged a dime
And checked ya phone and saw it was a number missing
As fate passes you by half of you try
The other half of you
fighting doing this for y'all.
Every time I get somethin' in the mail
Whether it's strapable or not from the courts
I keep putting it down because y'all my
lives, my music camouflage
I court killers at the center of my synagogue
Torch in hand, extortion to the fortune five hundred
From the porches
representing my home 
I'm asking all the haters to leave me alone 
And uh much love to the calliope 
I'm at the Soul Train awards representing my court 
I
with the trick
Years pass by, now you stuck with the trick
Fighting more and more now you're fed up with the trick
But you knew that was a [ho] when
flip the obstacle
Now my proposal rips the global
From California to courts, it's over God so, taste the soul food
Remember baggy jeans,
saw me destroy you
I'll call you a lawyer file you a law suite
I'll smile in the court room and buy you a wardsrobe I'm tired of arguin'
I don't mean
by Elen Levon
    Earthquake (remix) Lyrics
    by Eminem
    Cashin Out Lyrics
    by Wale
    Dumb Lyrics
    by Flo Rida
    100 Mill Lyrics
of this course, blow me! Bitch, I do this all for the sport only
But I want it all, I’m not just talking awards, homie
And the ball's in my court and it’s
course, blow me
Bitch I do this all for the sport only
But I want it all, I'm not just talking awards homie
And the balls in my court and it's lonely
On top
poems
Plated chrome sure 57 no quarts
Sky dive into court, recording then winning award
Man overboard, the water is cold and filled with predators
Sarah Marshall
Oh my bad, slut
And next time I show up in court I'll be naked and square a lawsuit
Judge be like "That's sharp, how much that motherfucker
annoyed, checks all void
Eminem's the only one still employed in Detroit
Bobzins and jobs from Nevada to Dakotas
And we're not Japanese but we're broke
Niggas runnin wit cops, scared to go to war with
Some real rap niggas, we'll catch you at the source awards
From gettin at this nigga, pardon my force
(Now)
G-Unit nigga's is runnin' this shit (Now)
If you ain't reppin where you from-Sit Down!

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
By now I know you done seen me
the court for some dirt
Get 'em off soil. They wait for alarm
I curse that silly ass bitch said I stoled a purse
And at them bullshit awards. But they told me
doin' dope cause daddy did it right in front of them
Everybody want to blame music for they bad kids
Sittin' up in the court talkin' 'bout Eminem made me
fingers in the air
And hold 'em up high! [echoes]

Work on your half-court shot, I'm money from far
Get 'em mad, see a ape on your monkey bars
[Eminem]
Girls (Limp Bizkit Diss)

Hey yo dog
I got some shit on my motherfucking chest that
I need to get off 'cause
If I don't
I'ma fucking